Reinette was no longer a child. In fact, she did not think she was ever that child. The one that believed that you might kiss something, and make it better.

But you could make it recognized, or appreciated, or understood. And while she expected none of those things from the Doctor that day? That he struggled past his own weakness to give them? It meant a great deal to her. Much of which Reinette was afraid might be apparent on her face.

Wordlessly, she took a step backwards, guiding him towards the dooorway between their two rooms. She backwards to his forward, Reinette felt it allowed to watch him more carefully, and assure herself he would not fall. It had every potential to be awkward, only their purpose preventing it from being so.